the mythical encounters of a blocked writer questing her way through reality

Swallowed by darkness - I would have preferred a classroom for my test. The cold of the blackness laid its scary fingers around me and my body was flooded with the breath of fear, from adrenalin to all the other stuff signalizing danger to my brain. But I know this place, for I have been…

“Aren’t those colours beautiful?”, the wonderful muse said, as she looked up in the autumn-painted tree above us. I looked up as well and it was like the leaves reacted to the kind words of the muse by turning even deeper into the fiery colour palette of the fall. I just had read my latest…

It is hard to describe the magnitude of the feelings that flowed through my body, as I was standing in front of the mightiest mortal muse I could think of. I am sure there was some muse-magic involved (divine this time) to make this encounter happening, because the timing was astonishing. After I had received…

My first attempt to answer this question was: “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer”. It actually went on a bit longer: “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr”. And even longer than that, but who has time for that? “Don’t get blocked”, my new muse softly said. “Just think back from this moment and I will watch your memory.” Wow, now that is solid magic, I…

“Magic?” All my fears stormed back in a sudden rush. I could feel my face turn pale as a fresh mozzarella-ball. “I can do no magic”, I whispered. “I am just a normal mortal person. And I am clumsy as well. I could not learn a slide of hand trick, if I practised it for…

“She is in, you heard it”, the muse said over her shoulder. A sudden breeze caught her hair and let it dance charmingly, while mine was just blown around chaotically, taking my sight and getting stuck on my lips. A small owl has landed on her shoulder. It wore a green wreath made out of…

“Work? With me?”, my heart tumbled in excitement. “Working with an actual muse?” I dreamt aloud: “With your magical intervention I sure will have the chance to defeat this nasty block, that held me back for much too long. Finally, I will become a true writer!” Her look changed. “A writer? That is all you…